The Painter Paints His Brushes Black, Through

One Legged Veterans Will Greet The Dawn, And They're Whistling Marches As They Mow The Lawn, And The Gargoyles On Sit And Grieve.

Well I've Seen Travel In Many Waysi've Traveled In Cars And Old Subwaysbut In Birmingham Some People Choseto Fly Down The Street From A Fire Hose.doin' Some Hard Travelin'...from Hydrants Of Plenty.

God Help The Troubadour Who Tries To Be A Star. The More That You Try To Find Success, The More That You Will Fail.

I Can Spare A Dime, Brother, But In These Morally Inflationary Times, A Dime Goes A Lot Farther If It's Demanding Work Rather Than Adding To The Indignity Of Relief.

Does Defending Liberalism Leave You Friendless And Perhaps Wondering About Your Breath?